I am a runner. I’m not a marathon runner. I’m not even a 5K runner. I don’t run every day and I may go a month (or more) without heading out for a jog. However, I am a runner. Four years ago this summer, my third (and last!) baby had just turned one. I was
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October 8th is all about ME. On October 8th I run my very first half marathon. Over the last few months, my friend and I have spent many hours running. We ran together, and I have run alone. I have: Ran. Sweat. Cried. Complained. Supported. Listened. Bitched. Given up. Motivated. Been motivated. Gotten hurt. Self-doubted.
but don’t ask me to run. Any. Earlier this year, I pinky promised one of my brothers, a veteran runner with a couple of full and half marathons under his belt, that I would run the Disney Wine and Dine Half Marathon in November. Each of our spouses agreed to run with us and we got
I recently ran my first 5k. This has been a goal of mine for some time now, and I have finally accomplished it. For me, running that race was SO much more than that. There were valuable life lessons that were reaffirmed for me not only that day, but also during my journey spent getting to that point. Lessons
Alarm goes off at 4:45am and my brain screams at my hand to make it effing stop. It’s dark out and I hate that any of this is happening. Why is this happening? No matter how many times I do this, I simply cannot comprehend what is going on because SLEEP. I put on my
My kids have caught the running bug and its official, we have two new runners in the family. As a plan to return from eighteen months of running injuries, my wife and son joined me in a couch to 5K program. Noah was so excited that our ‘coach’ let him join the group and he faithfully practiced throughout
Hey there, Supermom. Yeah, I’m talking to you. If you don’t feel as though you’ve earned that title, you are dead wrong. Granted, some days and weekends are less productive than others, but I hope that you recognize the fact that you are a multitasking, plate spinning, super talented woman who is actually doing more than
After the rather traumatic birth of our daughter, I felt an overwhelming urge to run. I can remember lying in my hospital bed knowing that this was an unusual thought to have and that no matter what it took, it was something I was going to do. My body had other needs, namely healing from a seizure and the resulting
I’ve blogged about running before. I was a runner before I had my two kids, had logged in hundreds of miles, 5Ks, 10Ks, and 2 half marathons before my first child was born. I was never really an “in it to win it” kind of runner- I trained, I ran hard, and finished strong. If I
This isn’t really about completing a half-marathon. I mean it is, but it isn’t. It’s not about a health scare, or several. It’s not about the weight I carried or the Diabetes diagnosis. It’s not about needing to sit down after walking 1/2 mile and hearing both the worry and frustration in my spouse’s
